Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara! or any of its awesome characters as much as I want to ;D
A/N: Yes! I bring you another Shizaya XD This one's also written for the DRR! Kink Meme on LJ. Unlike my (Please Say You Love Me) fic, this one hasn't been fully planned out yet so updates might be slow unless an idea or two just hits me randomly :)
An Irreversible Flaw
CHAPTER ONE
Shizuo pulled out another cigarette from his pack and lighted it as he walked down the empty alleyways. It was way past midnight; only the most dangerous people of the underworld frequent these areas at this time. It wasn't any concern of the blonde bartender though since no one dared approach him due to his inhuman strength that was well known all over Ikebukuro.
A loud crash accompanied by a strangled cry reached his ears all of a sudden. He paused for a moment, trying to decide whether it was important enough for him to investigate or not before heading towards the direction of the sound. He had time to kill after all.
He could hear multiple voices speaking in low tones when he reached the mouth of an alley. When he was close enough to make out the scene under the pale moonlight, he felt his heart stop for the tiniest beat.
Lying in the middle of a pile of overturned garbage was Orihara Izaya, his arch nemesis and number one person on his most hated list of people alive.
The man was surrounded by a group of people dressed with pieces of yellow clothing – There were eight of them after Shizuo had finished counting.
"You think you can claim this city as yours? Hah!" One of them kicked him in the chest. "Just because Kida left, it doesn't mean that the Yellow Scarves are over."
The others around him snickered and nodded in agreement as Izaya recoiled, hands clutching onto his face as if shielding it from something. He was oddly silent.
Shizuo's jaw tightened, one of them was holding a knife and was that drops of red on the ground where the information broker had fallen? Unable to take watching this any longer, he picked up a broken pipe from the ground and hurled it straight at the guy who had kicked Izaya, feeling a sort of satisfaction when he heard the sickening crunch of shattered bones when it hit him square in the nose.
He didn't like violence. Seriously, he just hated seeing his prey being snatched away from him, and right in front of him too.
The other gang members whipped around, eyes widening in fear at the towering figure that looked more menacing in the shadows of the building.
"H-Heiwajima Shizuo!" One yelled and backed away till his back met the deadend.
The others were a little more brave, though they still backed away when Shizuo took long, promising steps towards them, his face now illuminated by the moonlight. He looked pissed.
"You made me use violence." He growled, glaring at each of them.
They shrunk back, trembling in fear as none of them were equipped with guns or weapons of the sort.
"You made me draw blood." His voiced was laced with the promise of a very, very painful night.
A broken nose and arm were nothing compared to the pain he made them feel in the next ten minutes.
After shoving the fainted bodies into a huge garbage dump, he approached the information broker slowly. The man had not moved since he showed up, he hadn't even acknowledged the bartender at all. He merely sat there, hands still covering his face and trembled a little.
Shizuo practically had to pry the slim fingers away from their owner's face, doing a double take when he was met with a bloody sight before him. A long gash decorated the information broker's small face. A sickening feeling rose in him when he realized it was located just at the bridge of his nose, leaving a gory mess across his tightly shut eyes.
There were trails of tears pouring down Izaya's cheeks. Shizuo had never felt so lost in his life when he wiped them away.
"Izaya..?"
I always start out with epicly short prolougues |D